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Memories of Newberg: Part 1 by J Ray Lamb
Oh! To be thirteen again. Then again, maybe not.
I was your typical early teenager. Scatterbrained, gangly, and completely uncoordinated.
It was the July just before I turned 14 that my mother decided I should go to Boy Scout Camp.
I wasn’t all that excited about it, but it beat sitting around the house with no air conditioning.
It wasn’t until I got to the Scout Reservation that I found out that my mother had signed me up for not one but two weeks of “summer fun”. Thanks, Mom.
The first week I was with my home troop…
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Bad Karma and the Family Plan #83 (17.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The solarium was actually not difficult to find. Sunny and inviting, it seemed to be the destination of choice for a number of the inmates and their visitors. Comfortable, pricey-looking furniture placed in strategic locations seemed to scream rest and relaxation. No troubles here, only peace and harmony. Maybe that’s why there wasn’t a red or orange in sight, just blues and greens. While in the background piano music played softly.
“I see them.” Ethan nudged me and discreetly pointed to an area in the corner. Then I spotted them. Troy and Brendan sat together on a loveseat while you-know-who was seated on an adjoining sofa, poised on the edge of the cushions as she gave them her undivided attention. There was no sign of her cohort in crime—what was her name?
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“Working with wisps,” Valrinda grumbled. “I’m telling you, this will go bad for us.”
Landing on the road, Valrinda was panting heavily. Beckett scrambled to his feet. “Are you okay?” he asked. There were cuts on his chest and face, slices marring his beautiful dark scales.
“I’ll heal. Are you hurt? Did it get acid on you?”
“Acid?” Beckett spun, checking the back of his body where he’d thought the stones were too hot. He sighed. “No, no acid. I’m fine. What was that thing?”
“That was a chacory. We were lucky that was a young male, probably just left it’s maternal flight. More than one is much harder to fight off, especially if
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